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Girl crush.

Went to see Rilo Kiley tonight last minute…Pretty good decision, although $15 worth of surcharges is lame and on top of a $30 ticket I practically could have gone to Coachella and seen Rilo Kiley and a thousand other fabulous bands…or close, sort of. Or purchased a fabulous pair of shoes…or close, sort of.

Anyway, point of this story: Recently, I was challenged to come up with the celebrities that would populate my “Top 5” list. Sounds easy enough, right? G-O-D, for the life of me I couldn’t get past 3 people.

1) Ryan Reynolds - despite some poor management, resulting in some not so good movies. He did date Alanis though and I respect that.

2)Ilan of Top Chef fame…mmmm, saffron and two watches…loves it.

3)Josh Hartnett, I mean, he is just sort of hot in that brooding gross molester mustache kind of way.

Wow, those 3 kind of suck, what is wrong with me?! Anyway, that doesn’t matter because I am feeling kind of in love with Jenny Lewis today. She is pretty great. Troop Beverly Hills and The Wizard are 2 of my favorite movies and I completely appreciate the way her saccharine voice sings such pessimistic songs about love and relationships. She holds strong at girl crush numero uno and may even live on my official “Top 5” list. Is that weird? Perhaps I just need to think about this longer, as I definitely am not ready to venture into the world of same-sex dating.

The stars ailgn…

So after my post yesterday asking when it would be my turn to run into Kevin Rose, who do I see on Market today for the first time ever?? The man himself…a little smaller than I had imagined him to be and apparently on his way to a rooftop Ad Tech party and then off to Mission Cliffs for a little climbing (thanks Twitter, via Annie and Sarah).  Oh yeah, Twitter is my new stalking tool of choice…as of 30 minutes ago, I officially became a Twitter-er and am now following Kevin.  BTW, this makes me one of 13,328 people following him…wish me luck in this endeavor!

Oh yeah, after FOUR weeks, I got a call and voicemail today from the firedancer…WTF.

What a strange world I have been living in…time to buy a lottery ticket?

San Francisco is a small town…7X7 right?  I suppose this is the reason I constantly find myself running into people from my past at inopportune times.

Case in point:  Today I had to pull a duck and hide to avoid a guy I dated last year which ended not-so-fabulously.  I saw him coming from a half a block away and promptly buried my head in my purse looking for my cell phone/the number for Little Star Pizza/one of 7 tubes of lip gloss in my purse. That’s not to say that I don’t like catching up with old flames (particularly this one), but I would prefer to do it while looking my hottest…or after I have had a few drinks…or (preferably) if they have had a few drinks.  None of which were the case today.

To date, I have run into the previously-noted fire dancer, also the previously-noted guy with the adorable “yums” (twice), an ex-boyfriend with questionable sexuality, a douchey guy I dated in college, and a sexually aggressive guy known as “The Kickball Giant”. 

How many undesirable run-ins do I need to have before running into someone who enjoys tea and rock climbing…say Kevin Rose?  Now that would be nice.

How I got home…

After a long Tuesday night out involving pre-game drinks, the Giants game, post-game drinks, and post-post game drinks, I found myself far from my bed and in need of a ride home. Cabs were pretty scarce and after stumbling down Market Street for a few minutes, a limo pulled up and offered us a ride. He quoted a $15 fee for our two stop trip and we obliged…I mean, it was a limo - complete with a digital fire place - pure class.

The one caveat, he said, was that he had to run a quick errand before he could take us to our respective destinations. Sounded fine at the time, but 10 minutes later as we found ourselves winding up Twin Peaks, I was picturing myself stuffed in the classy limo’s trunk. I’m not sure what actually went down when we stopped - sketchy drug dealing/illegal arms trading/black market Hannah Montana ticket selling…who knows, but there was definitely an exchange of goods and we were most likely an insurance policy for the driver.

In the end, I made it home safe. We chatted on the ride home and when we pulled up at my apartment, I reached into my bag to pay and realized I only had $7 in my wallet. Ack. I asked I could pay with a credit card or swing by the ATM and he said that the ride was on him in exchange for a date in the future. I gave him the digits…just another “Do Not Pick Up” number in my phone…OR perhaps we have a new driver for those Summer trips to Napa.

Dates that Dazzle

According to the stars, this is the way to my heart.

Taurus (April 20 - May 20)
Taurus likes tradition, so anything involving flowers, chocolate, and poetry is sure to appeal to their sensual senses. Of course, Bulls are not willing to settle for chintzy tokens. Quality is everything to this sign. That means roses instead of carnations, Godiva rather than Russell Stover and Shakespeare most definitely in lieu of Hallmark.

If you’d like to add spice to a well-seasoned relationship, take your favorite Bull out to a comedy club. Laughter always puts this sign in the mood for love. Of course, you’ll want to follow up with dinner at the finest restaurant in town. Choose a place with tablecloths, candlelight and soft music.

Astrology is such BS.  Poetry+roses+chocolates=douchebag

If I knew then what I know now…

It is funny how one’s perception of dating can evolve over time.

In high school and college, any date was a good one. Best practice dating activities included eating at chain restaurants - extra points if it was The Cheesecake Factory or CPK, movie hopping, bowling, and mini-golf. It didn’t really matter too much what we did, I was just glad to be on a date…especially with a normal guy who was tall and at least marginally good looking.

When I moved to New York, I fell in love with the city life - glamour, glitz, excess, and celebrity. The longing to be a part of that, despite the fact that it was ten tax brackets out of my financial reach, was instead supplemented by a faux-fab dating life. Preferred dates involved hip fusion restaurants, as that was the cuisine du jour (wasabi and lobster mashed potatoes - YUM!), followed by drinks at the newest hotspot…all on him, of course. A standout date: getting picked up from work in a towncar and being whisked to Philly via the Acela (the fancy train). Basic rule of thumb: the more fabulous, the more fabulous! Right?

Since moving to San Francisco, I have come to enjoy a more laid back approach to dating. I prefer Moroccan cuisine or a homemade dinner, to the white table cloths, ridiculous spreads of silverware, and hushed voices associated with fine dining. The best dates evolve organically: stumbling upon great live music, taking a self-guided tour of Grace Cathedral (which is unassumingly beautiful on the inside), or grabbing a drink and having a heated discussion about whether Richard Branson’s Virgin Galactic was created for fame or profit. (Uh, TOTALLY for fame.) It is my opinion now that is it much more satisfying to spend a day doing nothing with someone who is totally engaging, than to be wined and dined by a cheesy banker-type who is looking to have their ego stroked for the entire night.

That’s my take on it today…here’s to what the next year holds.

Ughs.

3 4   6 missed calls and one  two voicemails from the fire-dancer…bad karma is definitely in my future

Actually, now very glad I avoided him…6 calls over 2 days is definitely excessive and stalkerish.